If such a thing is sent to the heavenly realm, I am afraid that it will be laughed at and generous-

Shame, shame –

The more Jiumu Yunxiang looked at it, the more disgusted she became, and she wanted to discard it, but she felt a pity, after all, it was embroidered by herself, so it was better to be a favor and give it away.

Bamboo has a high wind and bright festival, proud snow and frost atmosphere, and the little uncle, this elegant gentleman is very matched.

Then he took the embroidered purse and happily went to the door of the private room.

On the side of the bamboo door, I saw that the young man bowed his head slightly, wrote and painted like a cloud on the rice paper with a pen in his hand, and was still sitting upright in a cloudy white dress.

With such a spotless and handsome appearance, no matter how high and bright the bamboo on this purse is, it seems to be overshadowed in front of Uncle Xiao.

This, inappropriate, inappropriate—

It's really not worthy of it-

After thinking about it, he took his purse and turned around and left the private room.

He staggered to the corner of the corridor, and was hesitating to find a secluded bush to throw it away, but there were bursts of sparse whispers in his ears.

Not far away, there were two idle little fairies sitting on the seats under the corridor, talking happily in each other's ears.

"Prince Dongyang's illness, I heard that the illness is not light. “

"Isn't this all self-inflicted? “

"That's right, but a mortal wife in the Nether has been dead for thousands of years, and she is still so worried, I think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is too stubborn. ”

"I heard that the prince also made a special 'entrance ceremony' for her, and invited most of the gods in the heavenly realm to line up to greet her, a group of beautiful scenery and extreme luxury, comparable to the first emperor, so arrogant, no wonder the emperor and his old man will be angry, if it is replaced by me, I am also angry. “

"It's good now, the grave was not moved, but I tossed myself sick. “

"The most pitiful thing is this peerless little boy, in the end, he is still a nameless and illegitimate child. “

"I can only blame the unequaled little boy's bad life. “

......

"What is the illness of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Dongyang?"

A sudden voice startled the two little fairies, only to see the two of them quickly get up, lift the corners of their skirts, and look at Jiumu and smile.

accidentally said a gossip about His Royal Highness the Prince, and was accidentally listened to by this little nine girls, one of the little fairies, with a little embarrassed and panicked on her face, said: "Miss Jiumu, I am also hearsay, they all said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had an unpleasant quarrel with the Emperor of Heaven, and he became ill, I don't know if it's true or not?"

"Yes, yes, Miss Jiumu, we are also hearsay. ”

After speaking, the two little fairies glanced at each other and hurried away.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Dongyang really has a heart disease?

Jiu Mu paused, feeling that this little Xian'e's statement was not impossible, a few days ago, she had witnessed how the Emperor of Heaven had turned the tomb of Wushuang's mother into ashes.

Prince Dongyang knelt in front of the Emperor of Heaven, begging so bitterly in front of all the immortals, but he couldn't get a trace of mercy from the Emperor.

In the end, the Emperor of Heaven still waved his hand and ruined the tomb of Wushuang's mother.

Can the prince of Dongyang feel better in his heart? For so many years, he has only loved one person, even if he can't get the fulfillment of the Emperor of Heaven, he won't even leave him a thought after death.

If you think about it this way, it is very likely that you are suffering from heart disease.

But if you think about it carefully, the source of all this trouble is the scheming princess Shen Yue.

The crown princess Shen Yue relied on her special identity and the name of the prince of Dongyang, and on the day of the entrance ceremony of Wushuang's mother, she invited most of the immortals in the heavenly realm to watch the entrance ceremony.

Now that I think about it, the inexplicable majestic rain outside the Yunshou Ancestral Hall, the inexplicable scorching sun, may be the trick done by the crown princess Shen Yue.

She pinched the hour, and when the tomb of the unequaled mother had not yet reached the heavenly realm, she called the immortals to wait in the Cloud Shou Temple, and then the wind and rain aroused the anger of the immortals.

It was also expected that there must be a person who couldn't hold his breath among the immortals, and then, as expected, the Tianyou General who jumped out to resist first became the bird in her calculations.

She expected that this move would make the immortals resentful, and she also expected that the immortals would make trouble with the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven would definitely be angry at Prince Dongyang's move.

The so-called overstepping the system was just a deliberate operation by the crown princess.

It's really a good trick-

Kill two birds with one stone——

not only broke the thoughts of His Royal Highness the Prince, but also hit Wushuang with heavy humiliation.

In this way, it is not equivalent to a blatant edict to the immortals, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not sensible, and should not marry the wild wife in the mortal world, and Wushuang, a 'wild child' with no name, will never be delusional to climb the dragon blood vein.

The crown princess of the East Palace is so deceitful that she is too much-

Pity this unparalleled brother with a bad fate-

Since returning with him that day, he has locked himself in the Pavilion and has not been seen by outsiders, and has not been out of the Pavilion for three days.

It's very sad to think about it, after all, it's my mother.

Presumably, Jiu Mu moved in the direction of Fan Ge.

Unexpectedly, the door of the Fan Pavilion was open today, and it seemed that Senior Brother Wushuang was already in a good mood today.

"Is Xiao Jiu here?"

A familiar voice came from the Fan Pavilion, it was Senior Brother Wushuang.

Jiumu paused for a moment, and couldn't help but feel that this peerless senior brother's ears were too bright, and he had just entered this small courtyard, and the sound of his footsteps alarmed the people in the room.

"Senior Brother Wushuang, it's Xiao Jiu. After speaking, he came to Wushuang.

It's rare to see him so leisurely today, making a good pot of tea, as if waiting for the person who has a good conversation with him.

Jiumu approached, sat down, and saw Wushuang pick up a pot of tea, slowly pour it into the cup, and handed it over, saying:

"Come, compensate, the tea I cooked by myself, does it taste good?"

Xiao Jiu happily took the teacup, and today finally saw the smiling face of Senior Brother Wushuang for a long time, and his mood was also very good.

A cup slowly went down, the fragrance of the tea remained, clear and clear, Fang felt that this taste was extremely familiar, and only after a while did he remember the source of this tea, Xiao Jiu exclaimed: "Senior Brother Wushuang, this is 'Huiming Chunjue'?"

Wushuang smiled: "It's rare that Xiao Jiu still remembers." ”

"It's still fresh in my memory. ”

Not only do I remember these, but I also remember the embarrassment of drinking the tea water in the Fangrong Teahouse in the mortal world.

"It's just, how can Senior Brother Wushuang know how to cook this 'Hui Ming Chunjue?'" Jiu Mu asked strangely, tilting his head. In the past, I only knew that he could cook, stir-fry, play the piano, and have strong spiritual power, but I didn't know that he would cook such a delicious tea.

"Ah Niang will, and I will naturally do too. Wushuang replied simply, there was still a hint of a smile on his face, but he smiled a little far-fetched when he mentioned 'Ah Niang'.

"Oh, I see. Jiu Mu patted his head, "Hui Mingchun's tea art was originally derived from your mother's hand, no wonder this taste is so unique." ”